I like these...
Mom,
You have been my guiding star shining from above,
lighting every path I took with a mother’s love.
Funny how I see it now, the light you’ve always shown.
I see it for the gift it’s been now that I am grown.
Every sacrifice you’ve given, every time you chose to praise,
you were laying a foundation for my life in many ways.
You made it seem so easy and what I should expect,
I now know that I owe you all my love and my respect.
Again your light is shining on this new path of my life,
it will guide me as my true love now becomes my wife.
From Your Son... With Love & Gratitude
To My Mom From Your Son
I don't know how to thank you, for all you've given me,
your guidance, love, and wisdom, made the man I've come to be.
I've never seen more clearly, all it took for you to raise,
a child into a man, and to never ask for praise.
Soon I will be married and I hope in life I'll be,
half the person you have been, and make you proud of me.
For all the years we've had, and for all the years to come,
I am so very proud to be, the one who you call son.
Thank You Mom for Everything.
Fulfilling All My Dreams From Your Son
I realize as I marry that you've taught me many things,
I know they are the answer to fulfilling all my dreams.
It’s believing in another’s hope until it has come true.
Cheering in the background, “I am so proud of you!”
It’s having your convictions and admitting when you're wrong.
It’s showing you have weaknesses, but knowing that you’re strong.
And so the day they say to us, “We pronounce you man and wife”
I’ll strive to be just like you, the one who gave me life.
Thank you Mom for Everything.
Here is a website for some more ideas:
http://www.newtraditionshankies.com/siteSpecific/hankies/poemOverview.aspx
-EZ
2006-10-27 06:14:42
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answer #2
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answered by Anonymous
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There is a set of poems that I really, really love...They may be a bit depressing for a wedding, but I believe that the two message of love for mother, and peace in death are expressed very well here. I first learned of these poems when my Grandmother gave my Father a book of poetry, and highlighted these two as particularly touching.
Rock Me To Sleep is written to the mother who is so sorely missed...Call Me Not Back From The Echoless Shore is written in response.
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ROCK ME TO SLEEP
Elizabeth Akers Allen
BACKWARD, turn backward, O time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Backward, flow backward, oh, tide of the years
I am so weary of toil and of tears;
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain--
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay--
Weary of flinging my soul--wealth away,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;
Rock me to sleep, Mother rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O Mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between.
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures-
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calms over my heavy lids creep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with it's sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet vision of yore;
Lovingly, softly, it's bright billows sweep:
Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear Mother, the years been long
Since I last listened to your lullaby song.
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother-rock me to sleep!
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CALL ME NOT BACK FROM THE ECHOLESS SHORE
Charles C. Sawyer
Why is your forehead furrowed with care?
What has so soon mingled frost in your hair?
Why are you sorrowful, why do you weep?
Why do you ask me to "Rock you to sleep?"
Could you but see thro' this world's vale of tears,
Light would your sorrows be, harmless your fears;
All that seems darkness to you would be light;
All would be sunshine where now is but night.
Follow me cheerfully; pray do not weep;
In spirit I'll soothe you, and "Rock you to sleep."
Why would you backward with time again turn?
Why do you still for your childhood's days yearn?
Weary one, why thro' the past again roam?
While in the future, the path leads you home!
Oh, dearest child, dry those tears; weep no more;
Call me not back from the "Echoless shore;"
Follow me cheerfully; pray do not weep;
In spirit I'll soothe you and "Rock you to sleep."
2006-10-27 11:39:49
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answer #3
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answered by abfabmom1 7
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